Spring, ever hear of it? It is actually a little season that comes after winter. No? You haven’t? Oh, then you must be from Alberta.
I don’t mean to sound like a whiner, but jeesh! What is up with this snow and cold? I have springtime shoes I am dying to get out of storage and a brand new cotton purse I am eager to start toting around. I know winter lasts a long time here, I have lived here pretty much all my life after all, but it is the principle of the thing. I have put in my time. I have shoveled, sanded and chipped. I have layered, bundled and covered. I have scraped, swept and plugged in. I am DONE.
I know this is life in Alberta in the “spring.” I know better than to expect springtime weather at this time of year. I know we still have a ways to go before I see green grass. I can’t explain why I am so impatient this year. I just am.
And so I may just have to start taking things into my own hands. I may just have to stage my own little protest in my (futile) effort to move things along. Snow and ice be damned, I am putting on my sandals and sporting my new spring tote. I don’t care if I look like a shivering dork, I am a principled woman and sometimes a girl just has to take a stand.
